The day after the night before

As I write this I’m still gently suffering from my hangover resulting from the Shoot Up night out yesterday. I have a sneaking suspicion that one of the glasses of merlot I consumed was off, hence feeling slightly off-key today. However, it’s nothing a gallon of water and two paracetamol won’t cure.

Anyway, self-inflicted misery aside, yet again we had a thoroughly good turnout of Edinburgh’s pancreatically-challenged hoards. While I carefully brought my camera with me I stupidly neglected to take a single photo, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that a good time was had by all.

Given that Edinburgh-based diabetics clearly enjoy a pint or two, I’m planning the next night out for sometime in late March / early April or thereabouts. So keep an eye on events calendar down there (*points down the right of your screen*) for times and dates!

10 thoughts on “The day after the night before”

I can’t believe you had a ShootUp night out without me, I feel betrayed 😉
I promise that at some point soon I will get myself organised and we’ll have a ShootUp night out in Liverpool for us northern types who find Scotland just a little bit too chilly. Anyone interested?

@Tim
I’m really sorry Tim, but as an anally retentive, pedantic, grumpy old fart, I’m forced to tell you that the word “hoards” (as in “Edinburgh’s pancreatically-challenged hoards”) relates to boxes of gold and treasure buried in the ground. The word you’re looking for is “hordes”, as in “pancreatically-challenged hordes storming Edinburgh’s pubs and bars.”

@Teloz No, I meant hoards. I think of our Edinburgh-based readers as individual boxes of treasure – diamonds, if you will – in amongst the general pancreatically-unchallenged populace. Honest, guv.

Whatever you do don’t go through the rest of the blog and check the spelling and grammar – I’ve just noticed I used the wrong form of the restrictive relative pronoun three times on the first page alone! 😉